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Once Burned: A Snippet

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Description: Gene has been wounded and naturally, as his travel companion, you'll help patch him up (Takes place during 15 year time skip between MCD s1 and MCD s2).

Pairing: MCD!Gene x Reader.

WC: ~0.7k

AN: This is a snippet from a larger story I post on Ao3 called 'Once Burned'. This scene worked well out of context so here it is on Tumblr.

Potential CW: Slightly Suggestive Content

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“It was kind of Cadenza to offer this house to us for the night.” You comment as you close the front door behind you. You’d just gone out to the well to fetch some water so that you could clean Gene’s wounds.

Just as you place the bowl of water on the table, Gene appears from down the hall. You motion for him to sit down at the table so he does. Pulling up a chair, you position yourself directly in front of the boy. When he doesn’t immediately turn to face you, you gently reach out and place a hand on his chin to guide his gaze towards yours. Though his head turns, his gaze does not.

“Gene.” Your voice carries through the house softly. “What happened?”

Your companion begins to furrow his eyebrows as you pry for information. “I already told you what happened.”

Ah, yes. According to Gene, one of Metelli’s guards attacked him unprovoked. Seeing as Gene has a bit of a sharp tongue you’re doubtful that’s the case, but you don’t think a few mean words would be enough to warrant such a beating, let alone a threat on his life.

You gently run your thumb over the cut on Gene’s cheek but the stinging causes you to pull away abruptly. From the looks of the wound it seems like it isn’t too deep but the pain you feel implies otherwise. From the bowl of water that sits beside you, you reach in and grab the cloth that was floating on its surface. You wring out some of the water and begin to clean Gene’s wounds. Try as you might, you continue to twitch away each time you press the cloth against Gene’s wounds.

“Geeze, you act like you’re the one who got hurt.” Your companion rolls his eyes, causing a frown to form on your lips.

“With how careless you were acting I might as well have been the one struck.” You quip in reply, using your hand to ease Gene’s face toward you again. Despite the care in your touch a short sound of displeasure escapes Gene. “I know it hurts, so let me help you.”

“It’s not my fault you feel pain whenever I get hurt.” Gene latches onto your hand and pries it away from his face. He looks at you for a brief moment before turning away from you once again. “Don’t waste your time on a little cut like this. And stop worrying about me so much. I’m not made of glass.”

“I can’t help if I care about you, Gene.” You sigh as your hand lowers, taking Gene’s down with it. The words you want to say dance on the tip of your tongue but refuse to make themselves known. Even so, Gene reads you like an open book.

He scoffs slightly, pulling you closer and meeting your gaze with a sharp look. “You sure you wanna waste all your care on me? Wouldn’t you rather save it for that crush of yours?”

“Gene!”

“What? I know I’m right.”

“Truly, you aren’t.” You sigh. “And even if you were correct, that would never stop me from wanting to stay by your side.” 

“Even if I’m as dangerous as that guard said I was?” Gene mutters.

“I don’t believe that he is the one who gets to decide who I choose to love.” You can’t help but smile when a familiar softness creeps into Gene’s expression. Having already been pulled closer to your companion, you shift from your chair and linger overtop of the boy. His eyes drag over your body as you settle down against his lap.

Your hands trail up the boy's torso, finally coming to rest on his shoulders. Gene responds by pulling you closer, one hand resting on your thigh while the other gently brushes back the hair from your face.

With bated breath you lean in until your lips are just above his ear.

You’ve never been one to use a word as heavy as love so lightly but tonight those words feel right falling from your lips. Even if just for one night; even if it’s only this very moment; without question and without second thought, you’re his.